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Welcome to Hillbilly Hell

Ok, so. My husband tells me this morning...

"They're having a sale on meat at the Piggly Wiggly today. You should go by and see if they have anything that looks good."

Now, my first mistake was in thinking it could be so simple as a "sale on meat" at the Piggly Wiggly. But, we're poor folk and I'm always game for a sale on meat. Especially at the Piggly Wiggly because they buy local meat and it's always fresh and flavorful. So I go.

My second mistake was in seeing the big signs that say "Old Fashioned Days!" and continuing on, thinking I'm sure it's a thing in town. The Piggly Wiggly will be practically deserted.

So, I pull into the parking lot... and into Hillbilly Hell. (that's an affectionate term.)

I should back up and say, I live in rural Kentucky. Northern folk consider Kentucky a Southern state. However, Kentucky was neutral during The War, so Southern folk don't claim us either. We are our own entity nestled in the hills and I've come to realize that we are strange probably to keep both the North and South out of our hills.

So. Piggly Wiggly. Old Fashioned Days. Me just going to get meat.

First think I see when I pull in the parking lot is an old car show. Which consist of about six cars all polished up with the hoods popped so guys can stare and point like they actually know what the hell they're looking at. (yes. some were "cracking") (if you don't know what that is... you're probably better off.)

I continue on and see a Corn Hole game going on with people standing around cheering like it's the last leg of the Kentucky Derby only to find out that the elderly gentlemen with the corn cob pipe, bib overalls, and three teeth in his head landed four corn sacks directly into the hole cut out on the wooden ramp he was tossing them toward. (hence the name. Corn. Hole.)

I get inside and they employees were in various stages of "old fashioned" dress. The women either had on poodle skirts and pink t-shirts or their pink satin jackets with "Pink Ladies" on the back. The men were a little more conservatively dressed with their lime green t-shirts with "Old Fashioned Days" on the front and "Piggly Wiggly" emblazoned on the back.

Then there was the booth where the kiddies could have their picture made with the Piggly Wiggly mascot.

That really needs no explanation.

Me, calling  Mr. Me: "I can't believe you did this to me."

Mr. Me: "What."

"You could have warned me!"

"No clue what you mean."

"Old Fashioned Days???"

"Ohhhh... that. Well, if I'd told you that was the reason for the sale, you wouldn't have gone."

"DUH???"

"Well, I wasn't going."

"So you dumped me in hell?"

"Better you than me."

click... i hang up.

phone rings... my ringtone is by Rammstein. everyone is looking at me like a devil worshiper in the middle of an Elvis concert.

"What!"

"While you're there, could you pick me up some Skol?"

click

At this point, I'm starting to have a panic attack. I got ribs, a huge mother of a pork loin, two family packs of ribeye steaks, pork chops, a family pack of chicken breasts... all for under $50. Woo hoo.

 On the plus side. The barbecue ribeye sandwich from Phat Boy Joe's BBQ was pretty good...

Badland Savages: The Fin

Badland Savages: The Fin

by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod
In the Badlands, women are rare, no matter the species. For the Fin, there are no females except those they can seduce... or steal.

The time had come for Que, King of the Fin, Raf, Right Hand of the King, and Kor, Master of the Guard, to find a queen. Not from the corrupt lands ruled by humans striving for a second chance to ruin the Earth for once and for all. Their queen has to be pure of heart and as courageous as any warrior. Like the Rebels, the humans who reject the lies of their own kind to carve out a new life in lands rife with danger.

More dangers than death lurk under the sea in the Badlands. And learning to swim won't help you escape.

This was $so not a good idea. The second his tongue found its way inside her mouth, Aereal lost all sanity. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. This man meant to claim her, to steal her mind, body, and soul. Warm, rough hands trailed over her skin in a gentle caress while he kissed her, creating even more sensations she didn’t know how to process. All at once, her body was wound tight, like a fishing line with a monster fish on the end of it. She wanted to fight just as hard, knowing her very life was at stake, but she couldn’t find the strength. She wanted $this. She wanted the pleasure he was promising with his body.

As she tried to get a grip on her emotions, her body was stripped of her remaining underwear. Kor and Raf flanked her, hands and lips roaming every hollow and shadow of her body. One nipped gently at the underside of her bottom while the other licked a blazing trail from thigh to hip. Que framed her face with his hands, cupping her head as he angled her where he wanted.

Que towered over her, dwarfing her own sturdy frame with his much larger one. Heavy muscles all over his body let her know he was more than a coddled king. This man was a warrior. Strong. As were his brothers in arms. Raf might have been an advisor, but he was every bit as powerful as the Master of the Guard, Kor. None of them were men to be trifled with. And they were playing her body like a finely tuned instrument.

They backed her up to the bed, and Aereal found herself climbing on top of the massive structure. She expected them to follow her and pushed herself back, but Que hooked his arms around her thighs and pulled her to the edge. The other two stood to the side, stroking themselves, eyes fixed on her.

That was when she realized what Que intended. Aereal tried to close her legs, but he held her firmly, a deep, rumbling growl coming from his throat. Que pushed her thighs wide, opening her fully to his hungry gaze. The man actually licked his lips, and sweat broke out over Aereal’s body. She was no virgin, but what this man was considering she’d never even conceived.

Again, she tried to force her thighs closed and when he still held her, she covered her pussy with her hands. Or tried to. Kor and Raf caught her wrists in firm but gentle hands and pulled them away. Aereal was suddenly trembling uncontrollably.

“I can’t...”

“Yes, you can,” Raf murmured next to her ear. “You can do this because you are the woman who will be our queen.” He nipped her earlobe before taking it between his lips and sucking gently. “Besides, he will bring you much pleasure.”

Aereal was breathing too fast. She knew she was hyperventilating but couldn’t seem to get herself under control. She hadn’t been this nervous her first time. That hadn’t been a life-changing event. This would be.

Que didn’t seem to be able to pull his gaze away from her cunt. Slowly, with great purpose, he lowered his head to her and made a long swipe with the flat of his tongue from her opening to her clit[KK1] . Aereal screamed, arching off the bed but trying instinctively to pull away from him. Que held her down with an arm across her hips, pinning her in place as he lowered his head a second time.

“Don’t fight him, little pearl. Let him pleasure you,” Kor soothed. He smoothed her hair back before settling his lips over hers, kissing her gently but thoroughly. The combination of Kor kissing her, Raf blowing gently in her ear, and Que doing decidedly wicked things to her pussy was almost too much for Aereal. Sure, she’d had sex before, but sex didn’t cover this. This was more. It was mind-numbing pleasure unlike she’d ever imagined, and they hadn’t even gotten started yet.

“Too much,” she gasped out even as Que closed his mouth over her tingling and throbbing pussy. She arched off the bed again, this time struggling in earnest. “This isn’t going to work... ah!”

Que flicked her clit, fluttering the sensitive nub with his tongue. Her whole lower body tingled and coiled tightly. She felt like she might explode, and she wasn’t entirely sure it was a bad thing. She did know she was in over her head.

“Just relax.” Kor ran his hand over her head again, wrapping the strands of her hair through his fingers. “Give yourself to us.”

She wanted to protest, to insist she couldn’t do this, but her body silenced her mouth. Her senses overrode her better judgment. She knew she was damned, but she couldn’t find it in her to care much. With one shuddering sigh, she closed her eyes and just... let go.

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Recommendation... Knights of the Ruby Order by Kate Hill

Book 3 in the Knights Of The Ruby Order series

Sparrow, a former princess, never liked palace life. She's much happier working her farm with her best friend and former nanny, Shea-Ann. Only when Sparrow's gentle heart forces her to buy the hated pirate Lock the White, who is suffering unspeakable torture at the slave auction, does the real trouble start.

Rough, tough, and spiteful, Lock seems to despise Sparrow for saving his life. Only Lock knows the truth he doesn't want to admit. He's in love with the independent young farmer whose tender touches and mouth-watering curves are driving him toward the last thing he wants: redemption.

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Now, I'm not normally one to advertise for EC, (incident long before I ever even thought about penning my first novel) but I can't leave this sitting there. If you haven't seen Kate Hill's Knights of the Ruby Order series, you really need to check them out. They're erotic, but not overly so. The hero and heroine really love each other almost from the first -- when they care to admit it -- and, well, they're just hot.

There is plenty of action (both sexual and non-sexual) and I fell in love with every single character I read about. (though, I have to admit to Lock being my favorite. :P)

So far, there are five books that I can find. I'm hoping there will be more... *hint hint Kate...*

Additionally, when ever I think of Blaze, this is the guy I see.

What?? Just saying!
(Paul Bettany for those who don't know him.)

Lawman's Pleasure: Hump Day HUMP

Some men are to be feared. Some men are just pure badass motherfucker rolled in a healthy dose of don't-fuck-with-me. Obadiah Matlock is somewhere between the latter and Satan-himself-is-terrified.

Megan Tully isn’t scared of him, though. When Obadiah pulls her over for speeding, she does what any self-respecting woman in her position would do. She bribes him with sex.

Now she’s at the mercy of the Lawman’s Pleasure. She’s got a feeling it will be worth the trouble.


EXCERPT!

Once the door was shut and locked and Megan had Obadiah right where she wanted him, she advanced on him. It was comical to see the big man back away from her as if she were a threat.

"What's the matter? Scared of little ole me?"

"I don't think this is proper..."

"Of course it's not proper. Does that mean you're not going to do it?" She quirked an eyebrow, still moving toward him. He stopped when he reached the wall of her living room. Smiling, Megan slid her fingers up the front of his chest again, fingering the buttons, itching to undo them and see that powerful body of his.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Damned if his husky whisper didn't send an electric thrill straight to her cunt. Megan wanted to jump him right there. Wrap her legs around him and just take him.

"Well, I've had practice. I certainly hope I have it figured out by now."

With that, Obadiah pulled Megan to him, whirling her around so she slammed into the wall with almost jarring force. "Don't taunt me, woman," he growled. "I'm not in the mood. You're already in enough trouble."

And just like that, Obadiah Matlock was the Alpha male everyone knew him to be. Yes, Obadiah was not one to be fucked with. Though Megan totally intended to fuck him. Just not in the same way. She smiled at her own naughty thoughts.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to spank me then."

Spank her? Was she fucking kidding? Obadiah had had all he could take. He prided himself on his control, but honestly, how much was a man supposed to endure before he took the carrot a woman dangled in front of him? His lips found hers in a brutal kiss. One meant to punish more than seduce. He was way past the seducing part. Following her home had been the worst mistake he'd ever made. In the privacy of her house, the intimacy it afforded, there was no way he could keep his hands off her. Hell, he didn't even want to try.

Fortunately, Megan seemed to have the same problem. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before simply yanking it open. Buttons flew in all directions as she pulled his undershirt from his pants and up his torso. Her hands slid underneath the shirt easily, sliding up his body only to rake down his pecs in a sensual abrasion.

Obadiah lifted his head and bared his teeth. There was no way he was getting out of this with his virtue intact. Like he fucking cared! He'd wanted Megan since puberty. He might not be able to keep her, but he was damned sure taking what she offered.

Eagerly, he whipped the silky top she wore over her head. Flawless milk chocolate skin greeted him. Her breasts were barely contained in the lacy bra. Ridding her of that one little thing seemed the most important thing in the world. Thank God she had a front clasp. There was no way he'd have been able to fumble with a back clasp and would have had to leave the scrap of material. He didn't want that. He wanted Megan naked when he fucked her.

The tempting peaks of her nipples were too much of a beacon. Calling to him like a siren, Megan urged him to her breasts, threading her fingers in his hair and pulling him to her. Obadiah sank to his knees, cupping the rounded mounds in each hand, sucking and licking at the hard peaks while she writhed and cried out.

God! He'd never been with a woman so responsive! This was a woman who wanted the pleasures he offered. She saw something in him she desperately wanted and Obadiah was more than willing to indulge her.

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